Well, let me tell ya somethin’ about this here food court thingy at the mall. You know, the place where you go to get yourself a bite to eat when you’re tired of shoppin’ till ya drop? Yep, that’s the one.
First off, they got all sorts of food there, I tell ya. More than you can shake a stick at! Hamburgers, french fries, pizza… the usual suspects, you know? And then there’s all them fancy foods too, like that… whatchamacallit… “em-pan-ah-das”? Some kinda meat pie thing. My grandson, he loves them things. Says they got meat and veggies and even breakfast ones! Can you believe it? Breakfast in a pie!
And they got this new place comin’ soon, somethin’ called “Kitchen Africana”. Sounds mighty exotic, don’t it? I ain’t never had no Africana food before, but I reckon I’ll give it a try. My neighbor, she says it’s real good, real flavorful. So, we’ll see. We’ll see.
Now, this food court, it ain’t just about the food, you see. It’s a whole “marketplace”, like they say. A place where folks come together, you know? You got your young folks hangin’ out, your families eatin’ together, and your old folks like me just watchin’ the world go by. It’s a real hodgepodge of people, I tell ya. And that’s kinda nice.
- You got your burger places, real greasy and good.
- You got your pizza places, always a crowd pleaser.
- And then you got all them other little places, sellin’ everything from Chinese food to Mexican food to somethin’ called “sushi”. Don’t ask me what that is, I ain’t got a clue! Looks like raw fish to me, and I ain’t touchin’ that with a ten-foot pole!
This mall, the Marketplace Mall, it’s a big place. Heard tell it’s owned by some company called “Wilmorite”. Sounds fancy, huh? And it’s right off the thruway, easy to get to. Exit 45, they say. Not that I drive anymore, mind you. My son, he takes me. He’s a good boy, always lookin’ out for his old ma.
But this here food court, it’s always busy. Seems like folks are always hungry! And I can’t blame ‘em. All that shoppin’ makes a person hungry, I tell ya. You’re walkin’ around all day, lookin’ at clothes, shoes, and all sorts of knick-knacks. By the time you’re done, your stomach’s rumblin’ like a thunderstorm.
And let me tell ya, the prices ain’t always cheap. Some of them places, they charge an arm and a leg for a little bit of food. But I guess that’s the price you pay for convenience, huh? You don’t have to cook, you don’t have to clean up. You just eat and go. And sometimes, that’s worth a little extra money.
There’s another mall, they say, called “Eastview Mall”. That one’s supposed to be real fancy, with all them high-end stores. I ain’t never been there, though. Too much fuss for me. I like my Marketplace Mall just fine. It’s got everything I need, including a good place to sit down and rest my weary bones.
So, if you ever find yourself at the Marketplace Mall, and you’re feelin’ a bit peckish, head on over to the food court. You’re bound to find somethin’ you like. And if you see an old lady like me sittin’ there, mindin’ her own business, don’t be shy. Come on over and say hello. I’m always up for a good chat. Just don’t talk too fast, my hearin’ ain’t what it used to be.
And that’s about all I got to say about the food court marketplace mall. It’s a place to eat, a place to meet, and a place to rest your feet. What more could you ask for? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go get myself a slice of that pizza. All this talk about food has made me hungry!
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